I'll be honest with you, I am not a coffee drinker. Never have been, probably never will be. The taste? Hard pass. But the smell of a fresh pot of coffee? Now that is a different story entirely. There is something wonderfully cozy about walking into a room that smells like a freshly brewed cup. It signals warmth, comfort, and morning hope. I've always thought, If it tasted half as good as it smells, I might actually drink the stuff.

Well, that was before Jason discovered his new favorite.

My husband is what you might call a "coffee enthusiast" or what I call a "coffee nerd." The man researches roasts the way I research plot holes in novels. He constantly explores new flavor combinations, new blends, and new brewing methods. I admire his commitment, truly. But his latest obsession from our local coffee shop has a sharp, burnt-orange, citrusy scent that makes my nose do things I cannot fully describe. Let's just say my face does not hide it well.